Nocturnal Nuicance

he starts at the same time every night just as i turn om my bedroom light he sits atop a weeping willow and begins on cue as my head hits the pillow i toss and turn trying to catch my slumber as he hoots upon his willowy lumber he takes great pleasure disturbing my rest i'll take great pleasure burning his nest they say owl's are wise but how can that be true when the answer to every question is twit-twoo this torture must end my feathery friend i'm planning to take a vacation a week in the sun a week full of fun a week with no sleep deprivation i'll return fully rested a plan to be tested a holiday gift just for you you'll utter your last twit-twoo i'll bid you adieu as you devour your present a mouse marinaded in superglue